Killswitch Engage’s days are numbered. Their sacrifices have wasted away. Their fire no longer burns. This is their last serenade. All the damage they’ve done cannot be reversed. Darkness has fallen. They are just barely breathing. Somewhere, a broken Howard Jones is screaming, “Can we start again?”

I am feeling extremely under the weather today. In New York, it’s hot, then it’s cold. It’s hot, then it’s cold. It’s like a neverending cycle of how many layers to wear. Maybe I don’t have any right to bash Darius’ love for Josh Homme after that last statement.